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Walpurgisnacht

For those who still remember to forever now condemn her

By Matt B.Published about a year ago 3 min read

I

From a grim purple fire

The demon Lilith was born

From her came a new offspring

Of women carrying death’s toll

And from that day onwards

Humankind lost its love.

***

II

What is it that my ears have heard?

Whose creak have my shivers commanded?

Before it, nothing; after, everything occurred

Has it just the future fright forehanded?

Or has it against an ancient evil warned?

Because Oh, my poor oppressed heart

What it doesn’t understand, it fears the most.

*

Behold!, Look!, Stay alert!

The sound, hear it at all costs!

Blackened! Blackened will these creatures be!

Those who refuse the Walpurgis spirit feel

Only the moon; the moonlit, grim cats will be left

The latter for its spirit, the former for its spell.

*

Is it true, my beloved moon?

That your holy veil has left me alone?

I am, for I thought you were glittering,

A goner, O my lonely soul!

I thought you were a companion

I thought you too were lone

But if you dare to leave me now, in

My darkest hour, I beg you, don’t!

Come closer to me and let me see your face

If you go now, no one will see my despair

Godly moon! Dancing moon!

Hear my silver cry! save me!

*

Fool! Fool! Fool!

I am but a hero,

I’m not your savior!

You’re just my tool!

***

III

Subtle lip movement

As a rattlesnake hunting

Ghosting presence of judgment

All non-moonlit beings hurting

But not you.

*

The sacred, newborn ancient chosen one

The unroyal, empty-handed, full-hearted

Beware the bloody sacrifice of Walpurgisnacht

Or is it too late? It’s already started.

*

Bloody witch! Evil Woman!

Grotesque crawling animal!

Cold-blooded maker of sin.

To creep among shadow creatures

Celestial order against all demons

But the holiest didn’t allow your caprices

Against you, he comes and he does:

Heathens will only eat heathens!

***

IV

So am I him or have you mistaken the script?

So many creatures I’ve seen the Walpurgisnacht kill

Bluebirds, raccoons, and squirrels

Just for what my mind keeps twirling

Wickedly took the innocent yearling

Threw his skull into the evil cracked pot

Will you ever stop? How many have you got?

*

My fiendy son of night

Clangorous time it is now

There are still, however, terrors to be found

Please stop the futile endeavor,

Nor stop being crowned

Watch closely this sweet broth

How crimson froth!? How is it drowned!?

*

Here I am again

Using the time I have left

Late it is for me at this time

But for others, I’m still alive

Hear the whispering air,

Quietly murdering

Slenderly attempting

To get through to you

The message of the plentiful rain

You now must escape!

Lizards stalking,

Escape!

***

V

Oh, No!

My mistake I realized

Now I see before my eyes

Now the former vision haze

Is gloom under the sun

For my heart, pain

Desperate and lonely

Cold shivers disturb me

I am paralyzed before the prospect

Of the danger to face,

To die deceived!

Over the truth to embrace.

*

I won’t let you out that easily

Haven’t you felt here serenely?

There’s no reason to change that

While perishing peacefully.

This is everything,

Greater than everything else

Never stop looking back,

Or you’ll escape your future black

The noise and fury that attacks your peace,

Destroy them! Murder them at ease!

If done very calmly, the good errand they’ll end

Or at least, will my soul bury in hell.

*

No! No! No!

Your witch lies don’t overcast!

I have found your mesmerizing spell!

I condemn you for eternity in hell!

I condemn you, For God’s sake!

Now answer your judgment!

It is not with me but with the maker of Adan.

Aberrant servant of satan,

May the cruelest seraph claim you

And find you in the narrowest gap,

Day and night you will suffer

For having me suffer, in Walpurgisnacht!

I revoke you from the face of the Earth,

Feel forever it burns! it burns! it burns!

Forever now, writhe back!

Because it burns you, and you will not die!

It burns! it burns! it burns!

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